why pass up an opportunity to take offence at the opinions of an inanimate object?

Up, sit, breakfast, wave H off to work, run, home, shower. The first run in a while – feels good, but also feels faster, and since I get home in about the same time as usual, can’t be faster, really.
In the morning set to editing the stuff I recorded last week. However, the audio is too reverberant and hollow sounding (and distorts), and the video isn’t of the quality I’d like it to be, partly because of the lighting. I realise that I’m going to have to do it again. Ho hum.
In the afternoon, I pay a cheque into the bank, and deliver Ben’s microphone to him at Walker. While I’m there I chat to Viv and mention the need to re-record (among other things), which thankfully she’s up for.
Walk home via the supermarket, where I stock up on supplies. The self-service check-out doesn’t seem to like me, calling for help every time I put something in my rucksack.
(Actually it doesn’t like the rucksack, but why pass up an opportunity to take offence at the opinions of an inanimate object?)
Home, cook, watch the football (rooting for Argentina versus Greece), then look at the other stuff I shot last week, about which I feel much better.